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 1 XI  | territory.~To these words Texas retorted, “American! are we not as
 2 XIX |   Michel Ardan.~“Nevertheless,” retorted one of the audience, “there
 3 XX  |     weakness amounts to folly,” retorted the unknown in a passion.~“
 4 III |   replied Nicholl.~“Very well,” retorted Michel; “then it is impossible
 5 IV  |         Not as simple as I am,” retorted Michel.~“That means, that
 6 VII |         even thought about it,” retorted Barbicane, in the same loud
 7 VII |        there are no Selenites?” retorted Nicholl, who, under the
 8 VII |     Michel.~“And I the senate,” retorted Nicholl.~“And Barbicane,
 9 VIII|     space!”~“That is tiresome,” retorted Michel; “nothing like these
10 IX  | Barbicane.~“You are sceptical,” retorted Michel Ardan. “We shall
11 XII |      was still more beautiful,” retorted Michel Ardan.~At this moment
12 XII |       is as good as the other,” retorted Barbicane.~“My word, you
13 XII |         are six times smaller?” retorted Nicholl.~“And if there are
14 XIII|         Plowed, at all events,” retorted Michel Ardan; “but what
15 XIII|       said Barbicane.~“I like,” retorted Michel Ardan, “to explain
16 XIV |       Michel.~“It is the moon!” retorted Nicholl.~An idle dispute,